This is a song about "The mill hoterl"

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

They offered me a mill, just starin' at the duck

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I wna make a mill everyday i get paper thrill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

If i get a mill it's because of my own hunger

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Yo bitch love me..... she my number one fan,.... uhh *meek mill*

To make karma come faster than she normally will

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Once as a slave who imagined being free